To Everthing There Is A Season

 Seasons. Like it or not, they change. Even here is sunny, Southern California we have two and a half seasons. It’s true, there isn’t a very dramatic change from one season to the next, but don’t try to tell that to someone in the So Cal while they are on storm watch because we might get an inch of rain. 

This past weekend we transitioned into a new season. There were no real weather changes to speak of but rather a new season in life. Our daughter got married and it was the most beautiful wedding that ever was. Sorry Kim Kardashian and Princess Kate, but if People magazine had known about this wedding, we would have heard nothing of yours. How dare you accuse me of being biased? Just ask my husband…or the groom’s parents…or anyone else who was there. 

Everything went off without a hitch. The venue, a gorgeous Tuscan inspired winery in the Georgia mountains, was idyllic. The weather, while not sunny, was temperate and from what I was told, a photographer’s dream ~ no shadows, and no squinting. The ceremony, precious. The groom, tears. The family, inspired. And the bride….words can’t do justice, but breathtaking comes to mind. 

It was truly joyous and wonderfully blessed. So why, at times, did I feel blue? We love our new son-in-law, so that wasn’t it. Perhaps it was because we came back from the wedding and within 24 hours put our son on a plane to Australia for 6 months. But, this too, was a good thing, a phenomenal opportunity and adventure for our son, so that shouldn’t cause the blues. 

Maybe the cause of the blues is the realization that the season has changed. Whether I like it or not, whether I am ready or not, I am inexorably moving into another season. Certain clothes are put away, never to be worn again. My internal clock is making adjustments as I move to a new phase in life. There is a sudden and subtle realization that I am moving on a time line that will one day have an end. 

My blues don’t last long, a twinge here and there. A momentary wistfulness as I remember my babies when they could be cradled on my hip. I know in my heart that every season has its blessings, even when we are on storm watch. So I will sit under the Son’s lamp and allow the rays of hope in the new season to lift my blues. I will try to remember to embrace each day of this new season because seasons change, the time line continues to the end, and each day I am given on it is a blessing from above. It won’t always be easy, but I will try.  How about you? Will you embrace the changing seasons in your life?

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens…
Ecclesiastes 3:1-3

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2 Responses to Seasons

  1. Sharon says:

    What a beautiful post, dear friend. I’m sitting here a little misty-eyed myself. There are few things that make us more aware of the passing seasons than watching our children grow up and move into new seasons of their own. How did it all happen so fast?

    And yes, it does make us aware of our “timeline.” I am reminded of the Psalmist who said this: “Teach us to realize the brevity of life, so that we many grow in wisdom.” (Ps. 90:12, NLT) May I learn the wisdom that God wishes to teach me in this “later” season of my life.

    You’re so right – each day is a blessing, and also a confirmation that the Lord still has work for us to do. May we be open to His opportunities. Embracing the changing seasons of life begins with seeking His face every day.


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